:)

You look in the mirror and say,

"Look at me. I'm such a mess. I'm imperfect.
I'm not like any of those pretty girls. There's always something wrong with me.
I really think i'm hideous."

but...God looks at you, frowns...then smiles. He says,

"Who told you that? I made you. I love you. You're perfect the way you are, designed for a purpose. I would not change a thing."